I Bleed My Existence

I bleed red, 

And there's no point to feel weird. 

That red stain is a bliss

For the birth of a new life.

I gift red;

A red coloured 'Rose'

A sign of immortal love to my partner 

With a soulful poetry and romantic prose.

I bleed red;

On the canvas in the honour of an art

And in every drop of it 

I find agony as its part.

Every time I bleed 

My heart pleads 

To let the scars depart. 

The stains left behind,

Helps me find the lost out soul.

I bleed, 

It's not a shame, it's a strength to my heart 

To let my notions get a new start. 

The colour 'Red' is not only a colour, 

It's a well of a mixture of feelings;

A pinch of fame, A match of sacrifices

A bliss to a human class, a gift of love. 

Overall, 'RED' is the colour responsible for my existence.